(Verse 1 - Facebook/Meta) Mark lives out in his fortress, shielded by the sea, He built a world of glass and screens, for all humanity. He asked for our connections, for our friends and family ties, But every memory you post is just data he can monetize. The Algorithm's Grip is tight, it knows what makes you click, Pulls the string and watches you react, a digital heart-sick trick. He sold the truth for profit, watched the fire catch and spread, While we stare down at blue light screens, and wonder what we read. (Chorus) Oh, the kingpins run the feed, they control the public square, Their pocket-lining engines filter what is truth and what is air. They're playing God with billions, with the content and the cost, The attention that we pay them is the liberty we've lost. Up to no good in their mansions, while the world descends to fight, We built the network that they own, and they profit off the night. (Verse 2 - Twitter/X) Then there's the other billionaire, who bought the bird and cage, Said he’d set the voices free, and turn a brand new page. Now chaos is the business model, and the rules are made of whim, A circus master on the timeline, dancing on the rim. He’s chasing clout and charging fees, for the checkmark on your name, One man's ego steers the vessel, in a never-ending game. The stock price is his compass, not the safety of the user, He'll retweet a lie for millions, just to prove he's not a loser. (Chorus) Oh, the kingpins run the feed, they control the public square, Their pocket-lining engines filter what is truth and what is air. They're playing God with billions, with the content and the cost, The attention that we pay them is the liberty we've lost. Up to no good in their mansions, while the world descends to fight, We built the network that they own, and they profit off the night. (Bridge) We’re tired of the puppet strings, the shadow-ban, the gate, The single points of failure that determine global fate. It's time to build a better town, with foundations made of code, Where the power is not granted, but is equally bestowed. (Outro) Let the people own the server, let the community decide, Move the money back to creators, there's no reason left to hide. Away from the centralized silence, away from the corporate plea, The future's decentralized, where the voice is finally free! (Bridge - Rewritten) We’re tired of the puppet strings, the shadow-ban, the gate, The single points of failure that determine global fate. But look across the digital sea, there is a better way, A new foundation built on trust, to brighten up the day. The answer lies in Decentralization, where the code is clear and shown, Where the power is not granted, but is equally bestowed and known! (Outro - Rewritten, focused on Hive) It's time to find the Hive, where the structure is our own, A blockchain in the public square, a decentralized throne. No CEOs can change the rules, no kingpins to appease, Just people building value and rewarded with the fees. Let the users own the server, let the community decide, Move the money back to creators, there's no reason left to hide. Away from the centralized silence, away from the corporate plea, The future's Hive.io, where the voice is finally free!
